All it takes is one….and I got heaps more!!!

So the battle is beginning and she has come out of hiding. Thank you for the deeper magic you sent, the prayers you prayed , the good vibes you vibed.

The encouragement that I have received is so much more than I thought. I knew people had my back but this is special. This is history. This is what it is to be known. Sometimes the history is long and others not so much, but the knowing…ahh the knowing is deep.

Stand beside me; you did, you are.

Walk a mile in my shoes; you have, you will.

Hold my hand while I climb this mountain; you are, you do.

Hear my story; you listened, you nodded with understanding.

Help me out of this dark hole; you reached down, you held on.

My heart is so full of gratitude right now. And no, it’s not just the people who commented. Although I do love your comments and your beautiful words. Always love the words….

But I can feel it. The darkness of the deep dark hole is fading. I feel the help coming to climb. I sense a strength to stand in my truth.

It just takes one to say,

I’ve got you.

I’m with you.

I hear you.

I know you.

I see you.

You are not alone.

So if tonight is your turn. Please know that I see you. You are not alone. I hear your hurt. I nod with compassion and empathy. You are not alone. I know how much it can hurt, I’ve got you. The darkness will fade.

I mean I knew it would. I did mention that it would but wow!!! I knew there was a shift. Take that! Whichever part of the universe tried to slog me down last night. I am not alone. I am seen. I am cared about. I am enough. The things that are hard do not alter who I am. Nor do they alter who you are.

My beautiful friend reminded me this morning, after my reply to her asking how I was,

was, “I’m shithouse!”

She said, “No, you’re not. You’re wonderful. This situation is shithouse!”

And she’s right. Very wise this one. And I get to call her friend.

So if you feel that tonight…if you feel shithouse…well you’re allowed to feel it. It’s not who you are, it doesn’t define you. You are not shithouse.

Come on say it with me….

“I am not shithouse!”

(I’m not sure if that is a quintessentially Australian term but I’m sure you get the gist)

Oh my goodness, it happened. I see her, she’s there. She’s not hiding and yep, she’s still brave!!

Much love

Sair

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